“Outside the open window
The morning air is all awash with angels.”

Love Calls Us To The Things Of This World
Source: Collected Poems, 1943-2004
Context: The eyes open to a cry of pulleys,
And spirited from sleep, the astounded soul
Hangs for a moment bodiless and simple
As false dawn.
Outside the open window
The morning air is all awash with angels.

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